ECLIPSE
Our world's beauty is overshadowed by the effects of human progress
Enter ethereal enigma, enchanting entity: Earth. Ecosystems evolve, encouraging elaborate existence.
Cosmos' children, charming creatures, cherish cheerfulness. Cheeky corvids catch creamy clouds. Countryside cats chase chirping canaries. Comfortable coexistence.
Luminous lapis lazuli lakes, liquid luxuries, lend lovely lavish landscapes. Lakeside, lazy little lambs lease luscious lemon-lime lea.
Introducing industrialisation: ingenious - iconic! Innovation is idolised. Innocent intentions increase illness.
Poor poisoned penultimate planet, polluted presence predestined. Previously pristine plus perfectly picturesque, presently pronounced possessed phantom.
Salted soil sabotages sowing seeds - starvation. Smoke suffocates synthetic societies, sewerage swells seas. Sweetness soured. Sunshine shadowed.
Earth’s exquisite era ends, eclipsed, eternally estranged. Extinction events ensue.
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Eloise Robertson
I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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These seem to me quite fun scientific tongue twisters. Good work.
Well-wrought! Those tasked with protecting innocence have a hard way to go in a world where new souls exponentially outnumber the old. But such an act of love--to lose oneself in the striving to protect that which we love--may yet hold a key to our redemption. I just don't know, but I am willing to try. Your use of alliteration in each respective line within the acrostic format--very clever! Well-wrought indeed!
Beautiful acrostic poem! Love it! 💝